To
Rome With Love (12A)
Written and directed by Woody Allen
Screening at from 28th September
2012
Reviewed by
The recent Grand Tour continues. Barcelona, Paris and now the Eternal
City is the golden backdrop to this latest quirky and off-beat enterprise.
However this light weight situationist comedy has a cloud hanging over
it which the willing performers cannot quite dispel.
Appearing in his own right Allen (Jerry), is an eccentric opera producer.
He opens the film on a Rome-bound flight with his astute psychologist
wife Phyllis (Judy Davis), to meet a potential son-in-law. The plane meets
with turbulence while attempting to land safely. This will be mirrored
in the uneasiness of conflicting plots seeking a soft landing.
The future father-in-law runs a funeral parlour and has a great voice
when singing in the shower; this produces some of the best laughs later
on. After a heated discussion over cicchetti and wine, followed by an
disastrous arranged audition, Jerry finds the inspiration to get the reluctant
tenor on to the concert platform.
A world away, but arriving by train, a love struck young couple, Antonio
and Milly, come to the city to enhance their prospects. As slight an event
as getting her hair right prior to formal family introductions leads to
the next perambulatory departure.
Ending up lost among the populace she stumbles into a film-set romantic
liaison that does not conclude as expected. Her husband, meanwhile, has
to deal with the hands-on problem of call-girl Anna (Penelope Cruz) who
mistakenly arrives at the right time in the wrong place. She has to stand
in for the errant wife to the less than amused garden party guests awaiting
the couples arrival.
Enter next nondescript Leopoldo (Robert Benigni), a dour office worker,
swept to his fifteen minutes in the sun only to fall back to earth when
media infatuation wanes and the cameras are turned on a new instant nobody.
The message: celebrity brings with it the good life, the capacity to enjoy
fame, favour and the power that goes with it - but only when you control
it.
In a quieter part of town, internationally respected architect John (Alec
Baldwin) is nostalgically visiting the haunts of his student past. Recognised
by new kid on the block Jack (Jesse Eisenberg) he is invited back home
to meet the girlfriend. Acting as a chiming bellwether the worldly-wise
builder attempts to stop their relationship crumbling when a sassy tomboy
turns up to rock the boat.
And that is it. Four scenarios that do not meld into an integrated, satisfying
whole and barely held together by the narrative voice-over traffic cop.
The latter opens the film in a square of circling congestion. He finishes
it like a watered-down Prospero eulogising above a musical out-pouring
on the Spanish Steps.
For Allen then, this is 'such stuff as dreams are made on'. Beautiful
to look at but with no depth or continuity.
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